My father and brother came up from Montana to deliver my brand new car - brand new meaning it's only about two years my younger. But my mantra being "a car's a car" I take what I can get.
So my brother is eight and he thinks that "poop" and "stupid head" are funny (and let's face it, they are). We've been up chatting, and the later it gets the funnier things are.
Ricky: If people were as small as ants they could fit inside my belly button...it would be verrry comfy.
We're all hopped up on diet pepsi, pistachios, and red vines (Ricky's ghost is being verrry generous).
Peace out fans
-L
PS. Ricky and I played giant chess and I totally dominated...that's right I can beat an eight year old.
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I'm so proud of you!! And YAY A CAR! I'm pretty sure I'll never have one of those. And last but not least, I love Diet pepsi more than diet coke. :) We should be friends.
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